Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1289 - 516: Returning to the Old Trade (Part 2)

"Even if outsiders accidentally discover this place, they would only think I’m an ordinary resource miner."

Ron couldn’t help but admire Vinard’s layout.

This dual-structure design not only meets the needs of industrial production but also perfectly conceals the sensitive civilization experiment.

What’s more ingenious is that the contrast between the two areas is so vast that no one would ever imagine they belong to the same project.

"The role of the Star-forged Titan is not just to guard this industrial zone."

Vinard continued explaining the deeper layouts:

"It also serves a ’buffer’ function between the two areas.

When the industrial zone’s pollution becomes too severe, the Titan will conduct atmospheric purification;

when the back colony requires special materials, the Titan will precisely extract the specified resources."

"Besides, its presence is itself a deterrent.

Any outsiders attempting to explore this fixed star system, upon seeing such a giant steel deity, would seriously reconsider whether to engage in conflict with me."

Now, Ron finally understood why other Great Wizards were wary of Vinard.

Not only because of his personal strength but because of the complete industrial ecological system he constructed.

"The ’harmony’ and ’resonance’ mentioned in your report, I think words are pale."

Vinard turned around:

"Come with me, let you see my ’work’ with your own eyes."

His mechanical palm pressed against the wall, and the palm immediately bloomed into a complex network of runes like a star map.

When all the runes gathered at a critical point, the entire wall began to ripple like water waves.

The solid metallic texture disappeared, replaced by a radiant teleportation gate.

On the other side of the gate was no longer a red sky and industrial wasteland, but a breathtaking glow of emerald green.

"Welcome to ’Green Ring No.2’."

Vinard’s tone carried the pride of a Creator:

"This is the perfect ecological circle I’ve spent three hundred years constructing."

The moment Ron stepped into the teleportation gate, the whole world unfolded before him.

The emerald sky was like a vast jade dome.

The air was filled with a complex and harmonious fragrance.

Every breath was like tasting a symphony of scents, so richly layered that it was intoxicating.

Even more fascinating was the gentle melody that always played in the background.

The sound seemed to come from the depths of the earth, yet also as if sourced from the depths of the sky, omnipresent yet never jarring.

"This is the ’heartbeat’ of the Tree of Life."

Vinard noticed Ron’s puzzlement and pointed to the towering gigantic tree reaching into the clouds in the distance:

"The entire colony’s energy cycle revolves around its core pulse."

The Tree of Life indeed surpassed Ron’s imagination.

Its trunk had a diameter of at least several thousand meters, and its canopy overshadowed the sky; countless glowing branches and leaves swayed gently in the breeze like a splendid river of stars.

Spiral crystal steps covered the trunk, with various exotic structures embedded like gemstones.

"Three hundred years..."

As Ron felt the perfect harmony of this world, an overwhelming sense of awe arose in his heart:

"Are you saying this whole world was artificially constructed?"

"Of course not."

Vinard’s face showed a hint of self-deprecating smile:

"Even a Great Wizard cannot create a complete plane from nothingness.

I merely... redesigned its operating principles."

They began walking along the crystal-paved path.

The plants beside the road all exhibited obvious signs of artificial optimization.

The shape of each leaf and the color of each flower were carefully adjusted to form the best visual effect.

"Initially, this was just an ordinary desolate planet."

Vinard introduced with a sense of pride:

"The atmospheric composition was toxic, gravity was too strong, and the surface temperature was extremely unstable.

But its position was excellent—right at the gravitational balance point of three fixed star systems."

"I spent a full hundred years transforming the atmosphere, another hundred years adjusting the gravitational field and geological structure."

"The last hundred years were spent introducing various life forms and establishing a complete ecological cycle."

When they passed by a meditation garden, Ron saw the first Alien Race—the Three-eyed Race.

These humanoid creatures were comparable in height to humans.

But their skin had a pale blue semi-transparent texture, with a silver vertical eye in the center of their foreheads.

Most striking was that they all maintained a completely motionless meditation posture.

Their silver eyes faintly glowed, as if observing something invisible to the naked eye.

"They’re not resting but ’listening’ to the energy flow of the entire colony."

Vinard’s tone carried obvious admiration:

"Every anomaly in data, every fluctuation in emotion, can be perceived by them.

They are the ’nervous system’ of this world."

Ron used the [Observer’s Eye] to scrutinize these Three-eyed Race members, discovering astonishing details.

Their third eye was not merely an organ but more like a highly integrated sensing device.

It contained intricate rune circuits capable of simultaneously perceiving fluctuations on both the physical and spiritual levels.

"What race were they originally?"

"An endangered nomadic group."

Vinard answered nonchalantly:

"Their home planet was destroyed by a supernova, and the survivors drifted through the universe for hundreds of years.

When I discovered them, the group had less than three thousand people left."

"I gave them a new home, and the price was accepting biological transformation to become the sensory network of this world."

This cold exchange sent a chill through Ron’s heart.

But he had to admit that this cooperation benefited both parties.